User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120627211733/@comment-1298206-20120704174700

''Muddjak catches the spearhead with his bound paws and works at his bonds until he is free. He rubs his sore wrists as he walks over to the door. He grins as he picks the lock'' "Good thing I know a thing or two about pickin' locks..." ''The door opens and he steps out. He crouches beside the guard and searches for the keys on his person''